Here is the next installment of my story that you guys have been so wonderful about giving me reviews on! I absolutely love them! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please understand that I have tried my hardest to get all of this stuff accurate, so be kind :)

I do not own Criminal Minds

Emily stood up from the chair she was sitting in and started pacing, to the best of her ability, across Garcia's small office. She continued to bite her nails with each step. She hated the bulkiness she was feeling. Her pregnant stomach protruded out in front of her. It had been way too long since she talked to Morgan, and JJ hadn't called yet. What if something happened? She thought. What if the vest hadn't stopped the bullet? She urgently ran her fingers through her hair and wiped her eyes again. She didn't even want to see what she looked like. If she looked in the mirror her thoughts would just be confirmed. She had mascara running down her face, and her eyes looked blood shot and puffy.

"Emily you should sit down," Garcia suggested from her spot in the room.

"I can't," Emily responded, "It's been too long." She continued to fret.

Garcia thought of how she could calm the profiler. "Morgan would have called if something had happened," She found it the only thing to say, "I bet she is just waiting for the doctor, you know how they can be late."

Emily nodded absently, not fully understanding what she was agreeing to.

Garcia continued to gaze at the distressed brunette. She had known the second she heard Emily talk to JJ that there was more going on between them. Emily's reactions now just confirmed it. Of course if anyone else on the team would have been hurt, they would both be worrying and scared, but Garcia had seen Emily keep her mask on even in the worst of times. Suddenly she saw her friend reach towards her stomach and gasp. Emily grabbed for the chair next to her and held on to it.

"Emily?" Garcia asked worried, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Emily answered breathing deeply, "The baby just kicked, it surprised me." Emily was so obviously lying, but she just couldn't handle everything that was going on. She needed to keep her mind focused on JJ, anyways it was just some stomach pain, and Emily figured that must be normal.

Garcia gave Emily a look that said she had seen clearly that she was lying. When the pain subsided she looked over to Garcia, "Really I'm fine," She promised, "It was nothing."

It didn't take a profiler to see how desperate the woman was, so Garcia let the lie slide. A heavy silence hung over them. The kind of silence, Emily noted, that was in a room when parents were waiting for a ransom call.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity later, Emily's cell phone rang. She grabbed for it at flipped it open; it was JJ.

"Jayje," Emily said as she answered.

"Hey Em," JJ said in a small cute voice.

"Are you okay?" Emily asked urgently.

"I'm okay," JJ answered, "as I'm sure Morgan told you the vest caught the bullet. It did bruise my chest and crack a rib though."

"Oh Jayje! How are you feeling?"

"It hurts a bit," JJ admitted, "But I've got some pain medication. The doctor said it should heal itself in a month or so." After a moment of silence she added, "I really miss you Em."

Emily's face broke into a smile when she heard this. "I miss you too JJ. Do you know when you guys are flying back?"

"Probably tomorrow. I can't wait to see you two! Now how's our mommy doing?" JJ asked eagerly.

If anyone else had called Emily a "mommy", she probably would have hated it, but with JJ she thought it was cute, "I'm doing well." Emily said keeping out all of the parts about the pain. "I do think that my child is plotting against me so that I never sleep again." They both laughed.

The two of them talked for a few minutes longer, but then JJ had to go pick up her prescription.

"Bye Em," JJ said, "Try to get some sleep."

"I will," Emily promised, "But you need to milk your injury as much as you can with all those men around."

JJ agreed and then they hung up the phone.

Garcia looked over at her with an expectant expression.

"She cracked a rib, but other than that she is okay," Emily portrayed the information to Garcia, "They are most likely heading back tomorrow."

Garcia's heart lifted at the information. JJ was safe, and knowing that would probably also help Emily, "It's late," Garcia noted, "Do you want to go out to eat?"

"Looking like this?" Emily asked pointing to her face, and general appearance.

Garcia chuckled, "Okay, I think we can get someone to deliver here."

Emily pulled out her cell phone. She had at least a dozen take out restaurants in her contacts. She handed it to Garcia, who looked back up at her.

"Hey! It's easier then cooking." Emily defended herself.

The two of them finally agreed on a small Chinese restaurant. They had missed lunch, so they ordered enough food for three. Well, technically they were eating for three.

"Should be here in twenty minutes," Garcia informed Emily.

About forty minutes, more stomach pain, some lying, and a now concerned Garcia later, the Chinese food arrived.

"I'm probably just hungry," Emily said denying that anything else could be wrong, "Let's eat."

The two of them dug in, but it did nothing to help the pain that kept returning to Emily's stomach. The third time it happened she clenched her hands into a fist and her face turned into a grimace.

"Come on," Garcia said standing up. She had had enough of the lying and seeing her friend in pain, "We are going to the hospital."

Emily tried to protest, but Garcia threatened to call the team and have them make her go. Emily didn't want to unnecessarily worry JJ when she was already injured, so she reluctantly agreed to go with Garcia. They left the Chinese in Garcia's office and quickly made their way to her car. As they were walking through the office the pain returned. It moved from her back to the bottom of her stomach. If forced her to put a hand on Garcia for support. Garcia became more and more frantic as they made their way past the BAU offices.

"Grab my go- bag," Emily pointed to the bag near her desk. She wanted to make sure she had her things; she wanted to go straight home after the doctor told her this was just nothing.

Garcia did so and the women quickly walked the rest of the way to her car. Garcia had to help Emily get in the passenger seat, and then she ran over and started the car. She got in and started driving to the nearest hospital. She swore, between the whole BAU team, they could probably fund their own hospital for how much they used it.

Emily reached her hand to her stomach and groaned again. God, she just wanted the pain to stop. She'd been in worse pain; it was just that this was not the time for it.

Garcia pulled into the Emergency room and parked the car. She helped Emily out and they walked in together to the ER. They went to the front desk where a nurse was sitting. She looked up when the odd looking duo approached her.

"What can I help you with?" She asked. She saw that both women had tear streaks and running makeup. One was wearing a bright colored skirt and top, with her hair in pig tails. She had seen a lot in the ER, but this was pretty odd.

"My friend here has been having stomach pains," Garcia pointed to Emily.

The nurse looked over and saw she was pregnant. That really changes things, "What kind of pain?"

Emily described what she had been feeling to the nurse who was jotting down notes.

"How far along are you?" She asked.

"About 30 weeks," Emily answered.

"Okay," The nurse started, "What you have described to me sound a lot like contractions."

That froze Emily. Contractions? She glanced wide eyed at Garcia who had the same look on her face.

"I'm going to send you immediately back to the doctor," The nurse ushered her past the doors with Emergency painted in red across them. She was placed in a room and immediately a doctor arrived. This was what made Emily finally understand how serious this was. Doctors never came right away, especially not in an Emergency room. She answered the same questions for him, plus a few more, such as how far apart the contractions had been.

"I'm going to go get your chart," The doctor said handing her a flimsy hospital gown, "I want you to put this on, I will be back quickly." He then left the room.

Emily stood frozen in place. Garcia was finally the one who brought her back to the present, "Do you want me to leave?" She asked.

Emily immediately shook her head. She couldn't be alone. Garcia looked out the window to the city below as Emily quickly changed into the gown, well as quickly as a pregnant woman can do so.

As promised the doctor arrived back just a few minutes later, "Okay, I see from your chart that you are having a high risk pregnancy. Can you please lie down on the bed?"

Emily did as he requested, and tried her best to think of anything other than the fact that he was examining her. She closed her eyes, and saw Bates. Not now, she thought angrily. She shook her head trying to get him out of her head. She had enough going on without thinking about him.

"Okay," The doctor said, "You have started dilating. From what you are telling me about the contractions I think it's safe to say you are in labor now. Usually we would have medicine to slow down this process, but you are too far in labor for that to help now."

Emily took a deep breath in. When she looked to her side Garcia was standing there holding her hand, "It's going to be okay Sweetie," She whispered.

"I'm only 30 weeks, how is this possible?" Emily asked stunned.

"From your file I see a few things that put you at risk for a premature delivery. First your age, your past pregnancy, the trauma you have experienced in your work. Frankly I'm surprised your doctor wasn't watching you more carefully."

"Past pregnancy?" Garcia asked. She looked at Emily, but her eyes were already down casted.

"Have you been under any stress lately?" The doctor asked.

Emily nodded slowly, "My friend got shot."

The doctor was surprised, but hid it well, "That has also been shown to be a contributing factor."

"Is she going to be okay?" Emily asked in a small voice that Garcia had never heard her use before.

"Premature labor comes with its risks, but they have a good medical team." The doctor informed her.

Suddenly Emily felt a liquid run down her leg. Oh great, she though bitterly.

"You're water just broke," The doctor informed her, "We are going to wheel you to the labor and delivery floor. You should be having your baby soon."

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